My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, "You're tearing up the grass"; "We're not raising grass," Dad would reply. "We're raising boys".
I'm so thankful for my boys and love that they are able to run, jump, and play outside. I have the rest of my life to worry about my yard, but cherish the time with my boys playing ball in the back yard. I would much rather have bases worn into my lawn than have my boys inside sitting in front of the tv all summer!
This is home plate










